Saturday, April 30, 2011

"'Tomorrow they'll be so far,' she said. 'And we'll just be here, isn't that weird?' ― always with a wistfulness that betrayed her envy of passengers traveling through the night at high speed. It was a mystery to Phoebe, her sister's envy; why, when she and Faith were so clearly the winners, curled in warm beds, with Grandma's rough starched sheets pulled tight across their chests? Given a choice, who wouldn't choose home?"